Alright Im pumping out either 2-3 super chapters or like 6 normal ones. Im about all the way caught up with all my stuff. It goes to the end of the clone wars movie then we get this arc I did wich was custom, kinda its short, just some diolouge to set some stuff up, it skips alot of arcs like the malevolence arc. One all thats out I might be setting everything up on patreon so yall can read ahead and I can have some sort of incentive to keep this going also because I PAY FOR THIS STUPID AI AND IM BROKE. But that's not important, what you guys want is Star Wars stories. I'm rambling, all Im saying is this is a heads up the last arc you read has a major time skip with no impact to the story, cause its just a bunch of clone wars episodes im not doing, also its kinda random, y'all will see. Also let me know what else I should add to the patreon other than chapters, like ART I can generate from AI I guess, discord roles maybe if I get my discord server fixed. maybe ill ad a level to the patreon that makes it where you guys can just strait up decide what arc I do and the outcome because thats funny, custom character maybe...
Im trying here, guys.
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The shuttle broke through Tatooine's atmosphere in a blaze of fire and turbulence.
Sand-colored clouds streaked past the viewport. Heat shimmered across the horizon. The desert stretched endlessly below — dunes like frozen waves beneath twin suns already climbing toward their merciless peak.
Inside the cockpit, Anakin guided the shuttle down with steady hands. His mask reflected the pale gold of the sky. He said nothing.
Ahsoka adjusted the straps across her shoulders, making sure Rotta was secure in the sling on her back. The little Hutt whimpered, squirming irritably.
"Almost there," she muttered, bouncing slightly to soothe him. "Try not to drool on my lekku, okay?"
Rotta responded with a wet gurgle.
K2 stood behind the cockpit seats, tall and still, optics fixed on the horizon. R2 let out a soft whistle from near the ramp.
The shuttle angled sharply away from Mos Eisley — away from the familiar cluster of towers that marked Jabba's territory — and instead descended toward an empty stretch of rock and sand miles from the palace.
Ahsoka glanced at the nav display.
"Uh… Master?" she said carefully. "Jabba's palace is that way."
"I'm aware," Anakin replied evenly.
The shuttle settled into the sand with a hiss of hydraulics. Engines powered down.
Ahsoka unbuckled and stood, frowning slightly. "So why are we landing all the way out here?"
Anakin rose from the pilot's seat and pulled his gloves tighter. "Because I'd rather not announce our arrival with a full military escort on his front doorstep."
"That makes sense," she admitted. "But we don't have the 501st with us."
"Exactly."
He reached for the ramp controls.
K2 tilted his head slightly. "Additionally, it would be advisable for you to reduce visible agitation before meeting the Hutt."
Ahsoka blinked. "Agitation?"
Anakin didn't turn. "Drop it."
K2's photoreceptors dimmed faintly. "You are currently displaying elevated tension markers consistent with hostility."
Ahsoka looked between them. "Again?"
The word slipped out before she could stop it.
Anakin paused at the base of the ramp as it lowered with a hiss.
Hot desert wind rushed in.
He stepped down into the sand without answering.
Ahsoka followed, the heat hitting her like a wall. The dunes stretched endlessly in every direction, broken only by jagged rock formations in the distance.
R2 rolled down carefully, protesting at the sand immediately collecting in his joints. K2 stepped off last, sinking slightly but adjusting with mechanical precision.
Rotta let out another pitiful whine.
Ahsoka shifted him higher on her back. "He's not exactly built for desert hikes."
"He'll survive," Anakin said.
There was something tight in his voice.
Ahsoka studied him as they began walking.
His strides were long, deliberate. The black robes and armor absorbed the sunlight. His mask revealed nothing, but the Force around him wasn't still.
It churned.
"Master, I sense you're familiar with this planet. Have you ever dealt with Jabba before?," she said after a few minutes.
Anakin didn't stop walking, giving a quick answer. "I don't like coming back here, especially to deal with Jabba."
She hesitated. "And you don't like him."
Anakin gave a humorless exhale. "That's one way to put it."
K2 added dryly, "The previous encounter involved raised voices, displaced furniture, and a measurable spike in lethal intent."
Ahsoka's eyes widened. "You threatened Jabba?"
"I did not threaten him," Anakin said flatly.
"You informed him," K2 corrected, "that should he ever interfere with matters concerning your family again, the consequences would be… terminal."
Ahsoka almost stumbled in the sand.
"Your family?"
Anakin stopped walking.
The desert wind howled softly around them.
For a moment he didn't speak.
"My mother," he said at last. "And those who were supposed to be protecting her. But in the end Jabba had nothing to do with it."
Ahsoka's expression softened slightly.
She had felt it before — the anger during the fight with Ventress, the tight coil beneath his composure.
She hadn't understood the depth of it.
"I didn't know," she said quietly.
"You weren't meant to," he replied.
They resumed walking.
The suns climbed higher. Heat waves rippled across the dunes.
Rotta whined louder now, unhappy with the motion and the temperature.
Ahsoka tried bouncing him gently. "Almost there, little guy. Try not to hold this against us when you're running the underworld."
K2's voice cut in. "Statistically unlikely. Hutts do not exhibit gratitude."
R2 let out a small indignant beep.
Anakin continued forward, gaze fixed on the distant silhouette of Jabba's palace carved into stone.
"You don't trust him," Ahsoka said.
"I don't trust anyone who profits from misery."
"Then why help him?"
Anakin slowed slightly.
"Because sometimes," he said quietly, "you make alliances you don't like so the war doesn't get worse."
Ahsoka considered that.
"And because if Jabba sides with Dooku," she added slowly, "the Outer Rim supply lines become a distant dream."
He gave a small nod.
"Good. You're learning."
She smirked faintly. "You're not the only one who reads war reports."
They walked in silence for a while after that.
The palace grew larger.
Ahsoka felt it then — not just the oppressive heat, but something else.
The weight of this place on Anakin.
He wasn't just annoyed.
He was bracing.
She glanced at him again, studying the mask.
"You really never take that off?" she asked softly.
He didn't look at her. "Not here."
"Why?"
A long pause.
"Cause this world doesn't deserve to see me. Not anymore."
That answer lingered in the dry air.
Ahsoka looked ahead at the palace gates slowly coming into view, still some miles away, but finally in view.
She adjusted Rotta's straps one more time.
"Well," she said, trying to lighten the tension, "let's return the slimy prince before he decides I'm his new mother."
Rotta chose that exact moment to spit something warm down her shoulder.
Ahsoka froze.
R2 emitted what could only be described as laughter.
K2 observed, "You appear to have been claimed."
Anakin's shoulders shook slightly — the faintest hint of a laugh beneath the mask.
"Keep moving, Snips."
She scowled. "Don't start."
///
Night fell hard on Tatooine.
The twin suns dipped below the horizon, and the desert exhaled its heat in long, cooling sighs. Shadows stretched across the dunes. The palace of Jabba the Hutt loomed ahead like a wound carved into the rock.
Anakin slowed.
Ahsoka noticed immediately.
"What is it?" she asked quietly.
He didn't answer right away.
The Force pressed against him — not the sluggish, greedy presence of the Hutts, not the dull static of smugglers and mercenaries.
This was sharp.
Cold.
Focused.
Dooku.
Anakin's jaw tightened beneath the mask.
"He's here," he said at last.
Ahsoka felt it then too — faint, like a storm on the edge of awareness.
"Count Dooku?" she whispered.
Anakin nodded once.
The air shifted. His presence sharpened, became something cutting and deliberate.
"Snips," he said calmly, "you're taking Rotta to the palace."
"What? No, we can fight him together—"
"You're taking Rotta," he repeated, not louder, but final.
He stepped closer and unhooked the sling from her shoulders.
Ahsoka hesitated.
"Master—"
"Trust me."
There was something in his tone that made her obey.
He took the pack, turned slightly away from her and, with quick efficiency hidden by shadow, opened it.
He lifted Rotta out.
The little Hutt whimpered sleepily.
"R2," Anakin murmured.
R2 rolled forward.
"Take him," Anakin said, handing Rotta to Ahsoka again. "Get to Jabba."
While she adjusted Rotta back onto her shoulders, Anakin quietly filled the empty sling with rocks from the desert floor, resealing it as if nothing had changed.
K2 observed without comment.
Ahsoka noticed the weight shift.
"What are you—"
"Go," Anakin said.
There was no room for argument.
Ahsoka swallowed her protest.
"Be careful."
Anakin didn't respond.
He was already walking away into the darkness.
///
Dooku stepped from shadow as if summoned by the night itself.
His cloak stirred in the desert wind. His expression was measured, almost disappointed.
"You should have handed over the Hutt, Skywalker," Dooku said calmly. "This need not have been… unpleasant."
Anakin didn't speak.
His sabers ignited in twin bursts of crimson-black and Purple.
He moved first.
No warning.
No retort.
Their blades collided in a flash of light that tore the silence apart.
Dooku's Makashi precision met Anakin's overwhelming aggression. Elegant arcs versus raw power. Refined control versus contained fury.
"You grow reckless," Dooku remarked, parrying a heavy strike.
Anakin pressed harder.
Dooku felt it immediately.
The difference.
There was something new in him.
Something deeper.
Anakin stepped back suddenly, lifting one hand.
The air cracked.
Red lightning burst from his fingertips.
Not the sickly blue of conventional Sith sorcery — this was darker, richer, almost alive. It split the night like a wound.
Dooku's eyes widened.
The energy struck him full in the chest, hurling him backward through sand and stone. His saber barely came up in time to deflect the lingering arcs.
"Impossible," Dooku hissed.
Very few Sith had mastered that form.
Very few.
Anakin surged forward, sabers whirling. Dooku barely recovered in time to block. The desert trembled under the force of their exchange.
Anakin drove him back step by step.
Dooku felt it now.
The boy was no longer simply powerful.
He was becoming something else.
But experience still held weight.
Dooku shifted tempo abruptly, feinting low before cutting upward. Anakin countered — a fraction too slow.
Dooku's blade sliced clean through the sling on Anakin's back.
Dooku allowed himself a thin smile.
"You have failed Skywalker. Jabba will kill your padawan when she arrives at his palace, you have sent her to her death."
Anakin didn't react, he reached behind and tossed the pack at Dooku's feet, and sliced rocks spilled out, the lingering burns of Dooku's strike still present.
"I wouldn't jump to conclusions so fast, Count."
Dooku frowned
"I suspected as much."
He deactivated his blade and stepped backward as a sleek speeder roared into view.
"I have already dispatched others to deal with your Padawan."
The words hit like a blade.
Anakin's presence flared violently.
But Dooku was already mounting the speeder.
"This war is only beginning," the Count called over the engine's rise.
Then he vanished into the desert night.
Anakin stood alone in the dark.
The sand around him smoldered, and with a great cry of anger, the sand erupted into a storm, arching at every angle, twisting like lightning, yet it did nothing as Dooku sped away.
///
Elsewhere, Ahsoka ran.
Blaster fire lit the dunes behind her.
MagnaGuards and Commando Droids chased her.
Their electrostaffs crackled as they advanced, tall and relentless.
The commando droids took shots at her, trying to gun her down.
"Why are we always running?" Ahsoka muttered, igniting her green blade.
K2 stepped forward without hesitation.
In his hands, he carried a double-barreled blaster rifle. He raised the barrel precisely, eliminating the Commando droids that peppered them with fire.
"How insulting, commando droids." His voice box spat the name "There's nothing Comando about them, there's more commando in R2, no..." He stopped, trying to think of something better to compare these droids to. "3PO is more commanding than them."
Ahsokas lightsaber clashed against laser blast, redirecting them into incoming magna gaurd.
"How can you be so calm?" She shouted, "I was told HK was the insane one."
K2 stopped firing and turned his head to Ahsoka with a deadpan look, or in this case, the look he always had. "Oh your quite right, if HK were here, he would have been complaining far more often that he could not have been allowed to kill Dooku yet, a complaint he takes up with Anakin nearly every day."
Blaster fire whizzed past the droid's head, and he began to return fire once again.
Ahsoka let out a loud groan of frustration, her lightsaber clashing now against the Magna Guard.
Ahsoka deflected a strike barely in time, the impact jarring her arms. She ducked under a staff and slashed, but the droid twisted with unnatural flexibility.
Another swung toward her back—
A blaster bolt tore through its torso.
K2 advanced, movements efficient and brutal. He ripped one MagnaGuard's staff away and drove it through another's head unit without pause.
"Focus," he told Ahsoka flatly.
"I am focusing!"
R2 zipped between the droids, releasing a shock pulse that destabilized one long enough for Ahsoka to cleave it in half.
She was breathing hard.
K2 was not.
Within moments, the last MagnaGuard collapsed in sparking ruin.
Ahsoka stared at the smoking remains.
"Okay," she admitted, "you're useful."
"If I weren't, you would not be standing there," K2 replied.
"Let's go," she said, hoisting Rotta again.
They ran for the palace.
///
Anakin reached the gates first.
He strode inside without waiting for permission.
The throne chamber was dim and crowded.
Jabba loomed on his dais.
When he saw Anakin enter alone, his eyes narrowed.
The Hutt roared in Huttese, accusing.
Anakin felt it then — no sign of Ahsoka.
No sign of Rotta.
Cold anger slid into his chest.
"You took her," he said.
Jabba laughed harshly.
Anakin's saber ignited instantly.
Gasps echoed through the chamber.
He stepped forward, blade angled toward Jabba's throat.
"What did you do with Ahsoka!" He demanded
The guards shifted nervously.
"Master, stop!"
Ahsoka's voice cut through the tension.
She burst into the chamber, Rotta whining loudly in her arms.
Jabba's eyes went wide.
He roared in relief, pulling his son close.
Anakin retracted his blade.
"Good to see you made it, snips."
Ahsoka smiled, "Looks like I made it just on time."
Then—
Jabba barked an order.
Guards raised blasters.
"Wait— what?" Ahsoka yelped.
Anakin exhaled slowly.
"Does this usually happen?" Ahoksa asked, alarmed.
"More than you would ever know," Anakin groaned.
Blasters powered up.
K2 leaned slightly toward Ahsoka.
"This pattern of betrayal is statistically consistent with prior interactions."
Before the situation could erupt, a holo transmission flickered to life.
Padmé.
Anakin froze.
Padme turned to Jabba. She explained what had happened with the kidnapping of Jabbas' son, of the true perpetrator, Jabbas uncle Ziro the Hutt.
Jabbas rage erupted now, roaring at Ziro.
Finally, he waved a heavy hand.
The guards lowered their weapons.
The deal stood.
Republic supply ships would pass safely through Hutt space.
Ahsoka let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding.
Anakin deactivated his saber.
The chamber settled.
As they turned to leave, K2 spoke quietly.
"Your restraint was marginally improved."
Anakin didn't respond.
But the darkness around him had not fully faded.
The Clone Wars had widened.
And something far older than the Republic had just brushed the surface of the desert night.
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This ending was kinda messy and im lazy to clean it up, its not that important, im trying to get to the important stuff.